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Who is Franz J. T. Lee?
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El Dr. Franz J. T. Lee cuenta su interesante vida y vasta experiencia política como luchador contra el Apartheid en Sudáfrica y sus contribuciones teorico-práxicas a la revolución bolivariana en Venezuela.
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It all began in a small shack /
Todo comenzó en una pequeña chosa ...
Part I: Juvenile Incipience
I Juvenile Incipience
A MEMORY, A REFLECTION, AN
Raindrops keep falling .....
1941. A dawn. What a morn!
Something is born. Mankind is
mourning. Europe is moaning,
An inner, innermost, profound memory.
My first, conscious reflections.
It's raining, a soothing, smoothening,
natural music comes from somewhere,
from everywhere, from above, from the
zinc roof. Raindrops clash and crash
against the window pane. I enjoy how
they tremble, how they shiver, how they
quiver. Some creep down in long,
irregular lines. Some hide behind each
other. Others roll, storm ahead. I'm
fascinated; I am pondering, wondering,
In each one of them, mirrored, I see
zillions of flashes, beautiful images of a
fantastic world. I see many wonderful
worlds, new awakening worlds,
sparkling, silvery ones: some obscure
ones at rest, some bright ones in
motion. Some I cannot fathom, others I
cannot even describe.
Raindrops, raindrops, everywhere. Far
away, on the mountain slope, I see a
majestic rainbow. I dream about my pot
of golden gifts, but my pot has a
shadow, a strange reflection, a
multi-coloured lid. Does everything in
the world have a shadow? Do shadows
separate us? Are there worlds without
Towards the other side, there, huge
mountains of shadows, of dark clouds
approach. Look, look. Each and
everyone has a silvery lining. What's
behind them? Behind all this? The Sun?
But, then ....
"Fransie, get away from the window,
you'll catch a cold."
Back to reality, to the world of do's and
don'ts; back to what to do and what not
to do. That is a baby's question, the nuisance
that frustrates naissance, the nightmare
of a new-born.
Yet, never mind, I will never ever forget
my galaxies of magic worlds; I will
always long to hear my enchanting
music, to see my sparkling raindrops, to
sense my dark, silvery clouds, to feel
my gigantic rainbow again ... to touch
my cool glass pane.
Perhaps, one day, very, very soon, they
will return to me again, to all of us -
who knows, probably in the morn's
about white inaccessible Himalayan peaks.
Alas! As time passes by-and-by, the fiery Owl of Minerva is forced to inure herself to more gray earthly climates, carefully to soar over authoritarian bypasses and patriarchal bygones. But, the eveready slogan of progress inspires, its clamor aspires: per aspera ad astra! The ideological seeds are strewn to the four winds, even the wind itself is already sown. What will be reaped?
by Father, by Father God, by the Godfather, by the Padrino, by Our Father. Childlike incipience believes, just believes in about everything which anybody or anything great spits around as common sense, or vomits out as the "gospel truth". Everywhere, at school, before breakfast, before passing away to Alice in Wonderland, the password is Jesus, Christ, Jesus Christ. The same is valid for swearing, cursing and cursoring. Youth, still filled with Promethean élan, which still wants to thieve the Fire of the Gods, impetuously storms headlong into Christianity, is more Roman than the Roman Catholics, more Catholic than the Catholic Vaticans.
The masses must be mobilized, conscientized, organized : Anti-Apartheid,
Neither Great Races nor Small Races make Revolution, make History, emancipate themselves! Why? What did Plechanov say about the Role of the Individual in Society? No Answer !
All over the medieval superstructure of the Madre Patria Espana still is taking its toll, still is infecting every walk of life, still lures to the bull-ring, still allures to the Vatican. Nobody can escape this fatal mental plague, least of all the "camaradas" or the "revolucionarios" ; the virus of the "theology of religion" invades all pores of "progressive" forces.
To be clever and to radiate wisdom are two different qualities, not necessarily two sides of the same relation, of the same thing. Vanity, irrationality and eloquence have nothing to do with Wisdom; confidence, especially in oneself, brilliance, genius, originality, totality and militancy more readily nurture sapientia. Certainly, the nitwit or blockhead, the Dummkopf or Dumpfkopf, is counterpoised to both the dexterous fox and the learned owl, but its real opposite is the payaso, the clown or tomfool.
It is a time to rejoice :
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
Towards Bolivarian Revolution, towards Socialism?
A NEW SCIENCE, A NEW PHILOSOPHY, A NEW SOCIALISM
A NEW CENTURY, A NEW MILLENNIUM.
Love at all sights!
Left hand Jutta -- right hand Nery.
Práxis, Theory, Emancipation.
Yahoo Groups, MSN Groups, Trinicenter, Vive,
Award of the Don Tulio Febres Cordero Prize: Book of the Year 2008.